A more twisted take on Jaina's assimilation within an insect hive-mind in the "Dark
Nest" books.
"I don't know why she came back here," Han grumbled from somewhere just
behind Leia. "I mean, she knows they were just controlling her
mind." He glanced through the wax of the next cell in the Nest.
"Nope, just bugs in there."

"Same here," Leia agreed, pursing her lips as they moved round
the mica path that edged the waxy central hub of the Nest. The beams of
their flashlamps danced like crazy, sweeping through the vast dark space to
pick out flashes of the cold, gleaming architecture. Occasionally, bug-eyed
Killiks moved past them, singly or in small groups; all seemingly oblivious
to the intrusion.

"Perhaps that's the reason in itself," Leia added, her
forehead tensing slightly. "The mind-control, I mean."

"She's my daughter," Han frowned back. "Why would she do
that."

He glanced into the next cell, and shook his head again, pulling his
head back out quickly, turning away. He had his blaster drawn in his free
hand, she noted.

Leia was about to move off after him, when her beam caught a flash of
something pale.

"Han, wait." He glanced at her. "Let's take another
look."

Slowly, they leaned in through the entry, their flashlight beams
sweeping the inside.

At first, it just looked like all the other cells  packed full of
squirming Killiks, most of them about the length of a hand or a shin, but a
few were larger, the size of frog-dogs or even human beings.

Then Leia saw a flicker of white amid the coloured chitin, and the tight
throng of Killiks shifted, forcing a human body to the front  a pale-skinned
young woman with the frozen expression of a Joiner  eyes wide and
unblinking, matched by the open circle of her mouth.

"Bug****er," Han breathed.

Jaina stood, swaying slightly  as if she wasn't used to standing
upright any more. Her long hair was still drawn back from her scalp in a
broad fan, with Killik spinners braiding it into the wall of insects behind
her even as she watched. The palms of her hands rested against the flexing
chitin too  partially for support, but also to allow a constant stream of
bugs to flow on and off her body, coursing across her skin her in a dance
that wrapped chitinous figures of eight around her waist and shoulders.

Leia glanced at the rippling ropes of highlights in her daughter's dark
hair, and saw currents of tiny beetles coursing and teeming amid the
insect-woven braids. For a moment, she had a nauseating image of Jaina's
skull hollowed out, her brain eaten and replaced by a nest of beetles.

Han had already turned away, and was throwing up violently just outside
the door.

"Hi, Mom," her daughter said, in a dazed, happy voice. A
thumb-sized insect dropped from her tongue to the floor. Her eyes flickered
with concern. "Uhh, Dad too, I guess. We ... we'd like you to meet our
friend."

"Friend?" Leia pursed, suppressing a shiver as she looked at
the mass insects. Through the Force, she had an impression of vastness, a
space full of Killiks that was big enough to hide an entire squadron of
X-wings in  and for all she knew, Jaina's XJ7 was in there somewhere, drawn
into the shifting mass of Killiks just like she had been. "There seems
to be a lot of, uhh ... him ...?"

Jaina just smiled. A tiny Killik darted
across her bare thigh, and then a pair of slender forelimbs slipped around
her upper body. Leia nearly leapt as a huge, bug-eyed head leaned out of the
solid lock of insects behind her daughter's form, curved mandibles carressing her
throat in an alien gesture of affection.

Jaina leaned back in the Nest's embrace, reaching one hand up to
stroke a chitinous curve as two more limbs slipped around her belly. She
closed her eyes, and gently nuzzled the insectoid face.

Then, still smiling  flush with happiness  she looked back at her
mother. The Killik head seemed to be smiling, too  radiating contentment
through the Force.

Leia just stared open-mouthed at the creature that had once been her
daughter.

"This is Taat, Mom," Jaina said. "Say hi?"

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